Hey Bro. (Yea, Jason, I'm Talking To You. I Have A Present For Ya)

[missionseeker]

[url="http://faculty.weber.edu/chansen/humanweb/projects/MeghanUng/hpsndwch.gif"][font="Trebuchet MS"][size="3"][img]http://faculty.weber.edu/chansen/humanweb/projects/MeghanUng/hpsndwch.gif[/img][/size][/font][/url] [font="Trebuchet MS"][size="3"]A hippo sandwich is easy to make.
All you do is simply take
One slice of bread,
One slice of cake,
Some mayonnaise,
One onion ring,
One hippopotamus,
One piece of string,
A dash of pepper--
That ought to do it.
And now comes the problem...
Biting into it![/size][/font]

[MissScripture]

Why you calling him fat?

[missionseeker]

Every time I talk to him, he says "make me a sammich" I'm just makin' life easier for me. A hippo sandwich shoudl take care of it FOREVER

[MIKolbe]

i prefer ham and swiss.

but thank you for thinking of mee.

[missionseeker]

you should appreciate the thought. I don't usually make sandwiches for dudes.

[MIKolbe]

i appreciate that you had a thought.... yes.

[missionseeker]

I'm suddenly not feeling like I should be very nice to you. Ever again.

[MissScripture]

[quote name='missionseeker' timestamp='1314420968' post='2295696']
I'm suddenly not feeling like I should be very nice to you. Ever again.
[/quote]
It took you longer to reach this conclusion than most.

[missionseeker]

I'm a nicer person than most.

[MissScripture]

[quote name='missionseeker' timestamp='1314421162' post='2295700']
I'm a nicer person than most.
[/quote]
And you're humility is pretty much your best quality.

[missionseeker]

[quote name='MissScripture' timestamp='1314421192' post='2295701']
And you're humility is pretty much your best quality.
[/quote]Right?!

[missionseeker]

would you like a PB sandwich better?



[b] [font="Trebuchet MS"]Peanut-Butter Sandwich[/font][/b]

[font="Trebuchet MS"]Where The Sidewalk Ends[img]http://faculty.weber.edu/chansen/humanweb/projects/MeghanUng/king.gif[/img][/font][left]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich![/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwhcih[/font]
[font="Trebuchet MS"]A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"[/font][/left]

[MIKolbe]

I do like peanut butter.

I like ham and swiss.

I also like when you are out of hot dog buns...so you slice the hotdog in half, and cook it... then put it between 2 slices of bread... i would call that a sammich.. THOUGH...some people would simply cook the hotdog and roll the bread around it, creating a 'make shift' bun.

[MissScripture]

Or they would cook the hot dog and then slice it in half...

[MIKolbe]

if there were mentally irregular.. yeah